Walking into my room, I knew it was time to talk to my mum about Cheta, so I called her after I had taken a bath and we had a 30-minute conversation, trust Nigerian mothers, she asked me every question there was to ask and thankfully I gave her all the right answers, and when I told her about my day with Cheta's mum, she was happy about it, just right before we were done with the call, my mum asked if I had prayed about Cheta, and when I said no, she told me, she would agree with me in prayer (One of the reasons I love my mum). Well, as usual, I had my thinking time before I slept off and had this very beautiful dream. I woke up to my alarm ringing at 6.00 am and a text from Cheta, telling me he was coming to pick me up for Sunday service, and we were going to his church. I got up and went right into the bathroom to take a shower and I was ready and waiting for Cheta at 7.45 am. Cheta picked me up at 8.00 am and we went to church, the service was beautiful, from the worship to the Word, and after the service, Cheta took me to meet his resident Pastor (name withheld). As usual, we went out for lunch after Church, and instead of Cheta taking me back home, we went over to his house after I got a change of clothes (his shorts and t-shirt), we watched a movie on Netflix, but we slept off while watching it (Cheta slept off first).
At about 6.00 pm, Cheta's phone rang, waking us up, it was his friend, Amaka calling him, she wanted to know if he was home, and to tell him, she was on her way to his house, but Cheta told her, he was busy at the moment and couldn't have anyone over but I think she on coming.
I could tell that Cheta was upset after the call, and when I asked him what the problem was, he said, "It's this friend that won't let me be, now she is on her way to my house even after I told her she shouldn't come"
"Do you want me to leave?", I asked him
"Please don't leave", he pleaded. So I stayed.
30 minutes later, we were still in the living room, when the doorbell rang and then a knock followed. Cheta got up to open the door and when he did, I heard her say, "Hey sexy...why were you trying to tell me off?".
Cheta didn't say anything, then she walked in and saw me, for a second we both froze, just looking at each other, it was at that moment that I looked her over, Amaka was a very beautiful girl, I mean in every way, she was tall, light-skinned, had a pointed nose and even though she was skinny, she had a little curve that made her look beautiful in anything she wore(I'm trying to tell you the features of this girl that was visiting my boyfriend at this time of the night)
Back to the story, when she saw me, we both froze, she got herself and walked past me and into the bedroom.
Cheta walked over to me and whispered in my ears, "Baby, please I'm sorry, I'll sort this out and she will be out of her any minute".
"I can go if you want", I said to him, but he insisted that I stayed and that she would be out soon. Cheta walked out of the living room and I heard them talking(I promise I wasn't eavesdropping but he had thin walls).
I heard her say, "It's that why you have been avoiding me?".
Then he said, "Amaka we both knew there wasn't anything here, we were just having fun".
"Really? Nothing here? That's what you are saying? When we were going around Lagos together and spending almost every day in each other's arms, you didn't know there wasn't anything here?", she said I could hear her voice breaking, "Cheta? You pick her over me?".
Then she opened the door and walked into the living room, she stopped for a moment and looked over at me, and said, "Enjoy it while it lasts because you also can be replaced". She said that and walked out of the apartment, banging the door behind her.
At that moment, I didn't know what to do, this was exactly what I didn't want in my life, not this drama at all. In my confusion, Cheta walked back into the living room and started apologizing, "I'm sorry baby"
I turned to him and said, "Can I go home now?".
"You don't have to go, babe, I wanted you to spend the night", he said.
"Cheta, please I can't spend the night, I just want to go home", I said to him and got up.
"That's fine, I'll take you home"
I walked into the bedroom to get dressed.
The drive back to my house was very quiet, Cheta tried to talk to me, but I wasn't really in the mood to talk to him, he stopped in front of my house, I thanked him and went upstairs. I know you think I'm being dramatic but if you were in my shoes and coming from a past relationship where I had been cheated on again and again, you would understand why I was acting like this, yes I know Cheta is not my ex but this was triggering a lot for me and like I said earlier I didn't have the strength for this drama. By the time I was done with my shower and lay down on my bed, I had already gotten 10 missed calls and 5 text messages from Cheta apologizing about the night, I didn't respond to the texts or call him back, I was exhausted as it is, I just shut my eyes and tried not to think about it, I didn't even know when I slept off.
I woke up the next morning and went straight to work, I didn't have the time think to about anything else, honestly, I didn't even remember Cheta at all, I had a deadline to meet, so I went straight into it. At about noon, I got a call from someone who said he had something to deliver to me and he was already at my gate, I called the gate and they let him in, when I opened the door, a delivery man was standing in front of my door carrying a flower bouquet and a food basket, I think it was at that time, I remembered Cheta because I knew it was from him. I got into my room and opened up the basket and as I was going through it, I saw a note from Cheta apologizing and then a call from him while I was still reading the note, I picked up the call.
"Hey, babe...",
I didn't say anything.
"I know you are still upset, and you have the right to be but please I need to speak with you. Please will you go out to dinner with me, so that we can talk?"
I responded slowly.
"Yes. What time do you want me to get ready?"
Then he replied.
"I'll be at your house at 6.00 pm to pick you up",
"Okay, I'll be ready", I said slowly, still on the call.
"Alright", I could hear how uncomfortable was over the phone.
"Can I go now? I have a lot of work to do.", I said.
"Yeah... yeah, that's fine. I'll see you later", he responded.
The call disconnected and I went back to my food basket. Trust me, I wasn't enjoying this, I missed my baby but then I still have to be careful with my heart, I have been hurt a lot of times, and like my best friend will always say when I come to her heartbroken, "Chimdinma, you don't learn", so now I was being careful right now. Cheta was at my house at exactly 6.00 pm, to pick me up, as usual, he came down to get the door for me, and he tried to make small talk. We got to Circa at Admiralty and we walked in together.
We got our seats, sat down, and placed our orders. Without wasting any time, Cheta started explaining his relationship with Amaka,
"I had just moved back to Nigeria and I knew very few people, it was around that time I met Amaka", he said.
I nodded, listening to him.
"I met her at a friend's party, I liked her at first sight but I knew it wasn't going to get serious, and that's not because she wasn't great a great girl, but because at the time I was still getting over my ex and I was lonely", he said.
"How do you know, you are not with me because you are lonely?", I asked him.
He looked at me again and said, "Because with you, it's different, I feel a very strong connection with you, with Amaka, it was partying and sex but with you, you make me want to better, I can talk to you all day and spend all day with and still not want to be away from you. Dinma, you make me different."
This man just knows how to say the right things, what's all this?
Then as if he was reading my mind, he said, "I'm not playing around with words, I mean everything I've ever said to you. Just so you know Amaka hasn't met my mum".
I answered almost immediately, "That doesn't mean anything".
"It might not mean anything to other people but it means a lot to me, I respect my mum a lot to introduce different girls to her", he said, he paused, and added, "You are the second girl, my mum is meeting, the first girl was my ex and that was when I was ready to propose".
The waiter walked up to our table, carrying our food.
After dinner, Cheta asked me, "Baby, you were quiet all through dinner, what's on your mind?".
"Cheta, you are a nice man and honestly, time with you has been great, but I don't have the energy for the drama that comes with being you", I said to him, tearing up.
Cheta still looking at me, said, "Dinma I'm sorry that this happened but this is not me, but I'm sorry, I'll keep apologizing if that will fix it".
I didn't know what to do.
Should I trust Cheta and continue with this relationship, or should I just end the relationship and go back to being single?